TAO has been tasked with researching rumours that certain groups have found a path to the West Coast thru the Radiation zone. We need to follow up on this and see if we need to protect or destroy any "Unblessed" Shiva must not be allowed back into the remaining population. At this time no immediate action is requested, just information. All is to be sent to our agent Mutare Nebula under the code Wildfire. ISMC years ago were suspected of sending traders to find a path, so have Exile clan of Techs.

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Kabou cocked the lever back on his rifle, glancing at the other two nameless men with him. The lord snap of the action got both men's attention, but their attention soon died out. The back of the truck they were all sat in bounced up and down as they left the safety of Gaia, to the outer land. One of the men seemed to call position as leader and commanded Kabou and the other man to get their masks on. Kabou pulled his straps over his head and tightened them to allow his gasmask to sit comfortably on his face.

After they got out of the car, DeStefano followed Reavy around the corner of the house. She stopped at the door leading inside to the clinic. “Medic should be here any moment. I just gotta call her.” She turned around facing him, standing no more than an arm’s reach apart. DeStefano struggled to keep the bars inside his head shut, and he struggled not to show the internal battle. The whole time a single question kept burning inside his mind. What had Reavy in store for him?

Jake unlocked the door, rattled the doorknob and entered the motel room. The hooker followed him inside as he tossed the keys onto the table. “Please have a seat.” He said and sat down at small table with two brittle wooden chairs.

( 99,99% of this is taken from the song by Nick Cave. I just felt it is a great Canyon story (and part of "grim tales") and I am sharing it here with some minor adjustments. Feel the drama building up and exploding towards the end. Also, semi-NSFW image bellow. )

DeStefano sat there in the car beside Reavy, and now he knew what his victims experienced. That awful moment when the mind could no longer make any logical excuses or find any other possibilities. All of your hopes and thoughts of other possibilities were gone. The blood in your veins froze at the absolute horror. That single possibility. That single option remained. That other person meant to bring you harm. Reavy meant to bring him harm.

The fear was so overwhelming it DeStefano’s eyes twitch. Splinter hummed at first, and then sang so loud that it made DeStefano’s head hurt. Anyone looking at DeStefano would take him for a mad man as he sat there by the side of the road. His eyes twitching, rocking himself back and forth. The killer inside him chuckled. Minutes burned away in silence, before Splinter broke the silence.

DeStefano tracked nervously back and forth. His face retained a perpetual pinched look, and his eyes were dark-as if they always scanned some bleak inner horizon. Sometimes at night he screamed in his sleep and thrashed blankets onto the floor. Every part of him screamed of a man trying to run away from something. His eyes betrayed the indescribable horror he had witnessed. There was no sleep for him. Faces lurked in the darkness.

"Please don't do this, oh God...please don't!" The woman sitting upon Trabaler pleaded. She was a woman probably in her thirties, and by wasteland standards, a rather seasoned age. If one knew her they would say that she was an often bitter with occasional bouts of good moods. A bit of a drinker and was on a first name basis with a number of Bartenders in various settlements. She was also a talker. Too much of a talker and one who would often make boasts about the things she's seen or done.

BUT NOW suddenly CURSE MAN out of my head ?say it aint so TODAY NO circle of blood gulp gulp sickening sounds. but my beating ......NO KICKIN SHIT MR BANKERbrains scattered HEY blinding spice clogging My eyes noth instinctly grabbs for the assailants head ......faster than fast around the neck noth takes the knife and draws a pre decapitation sickening cut almost like fore play thats noth stops!!!

Canni curled up on the cold floor and shivered as she dry heaved, the slow acting poison was taking it's toll even through her resistance. Shaking and dizzy she managed to stand up and collect her makeshift weapon.

She stopped fumbling with the rucksack and looked at him. “What’s that?” “That fancy piece of electronic you got there.” He nodded towards her neck. “You just might be even older than I am, and still look like a beautiful daisy.” She gave the man a warm smile and for a moment as they looked into each other’s eyes, Charlotte thought she could see that young handsome man from the picture, smiling along with the children.